Mother spoke often of her Shamokin days. I picture a combination of Norman Rockwell meets Hollywood of the 1930s & 1940s. What a wonderful time to grow up, especially with a large, entertaining family.
One of my favorite stories is about when Marian headed rush for her sorority. Seems one of her uncles – I’m not sure if it was Frank or George or both – called Marian posing as the father of a girl who was not invited to join the sorority. Mother reported that they played the part to the hilt, leaving Marian more than a bit rattled.
When I think about cousin Marian, I see an infectious smile that was virtually always followed by an engaging laugh. Never were both more evident than when she hosted “ghosty whosty” parties. I can’t begin to tell you how scary those were for me. But, I also didn’t want to miss being with all the cool cousins. Talk about cognitive dissonance…
Please know that my thoughts and prayers are with you during these days as well as those to come. We are fortunate to share a wonderful heritage.
Love,
Jane Brierley